"I'll go just for the fun of the thing," said Vernie, "and if we do catch a ghost, so much the better!" CHAPTER II The Old Montgomery Place At the Fisher and Hibbard Real Estate and Country House Agency, Wynne Landon had a spirited interview with their Mr. Fisher, and finally induced that somewhat unwilling gentleman to advertise for a haunted house. "It's a purely business matter," Landon argued, "and if you're any sort of a live agency you ought to do your best to get for your clients any such peculiar domiciles as they may desire." "I understand that," patiently explained Mr. Fisher, "but it's such a crazy thing to do. How would a dignified firm like ours look advertising for a house warranted haunted?" "Don't use your own firm name, then. Have answers sent to a fictitious address. Oh, you can manage it, Fisher. I don't mean you can surely get one, but you can manage to try. And if the house is pleasant and attractive, it doesn't matter, between you and me, if there isn't any ghost, after all. But I want a _bona fide_ story. I mean, I don't want a house that the owner pretends is haunted, just so he can rent it. It must be a well-known legend or ghost story connected with the place." "There are plenty of such," and Fisher laughed. "I've struck them occasionally, and because of that well-authenticated story, known to all the neighbours, I couldn't rent them. To have one asked for is a new experience here." "Well, I've told you the whole state of the case. You see why we want it, and though the ghost part is the primary factor with some of us, my wife and I care more about a pleasant setting for a month's house party." Landon's personality went far toward gaining his end, and Mr. Fisher promised to do what he could. As a lawyer of fine standing, and a man of ample means, Wynne Landon was a desirable man to please, and the order was taken. And when, a few weeks later, word came that a possible opportunity had offered, Landon telephoned for Braye to go with him, and they went to investigate it at once. "It's this way," said Mr. Fisher to the listening men. "There's a big house up in Vermont,--in the Green Mountain region, not so very far from Manchester. But it's a lonely locality, quite high up, and near a lake." "Sounds fine so far," commented Landon; "go on." "A man named Stebbins is the owner. I haven't seen him, but here's his letter. Read it, you'll get the idea better than I can tell you." So they read: "Fisher and Hibbard: "Dear sirs: